A June Day Cometh

A June day doesn't always come in June;
Sometimes it skips up merrily to May
And often in drear February's gloom,
There comes an unexpected June-like day.
The loss of astronauts and happy skiers,
Taken from us on this February One;
Forbodes only dolorous days ahead
But God says after darkness comes the sun.

Wail on dear weepers, God be with you
But keep room for a small, dim, ray of light.
God is still beside you in your sorrow
And one June day will help to make it right.
For every non-fatal wound we're given,
The healing starts as soon as it's received.
Already God's angels are conspiring
For ways in which your sorrow is relieved.

It may be in planning for a wedding,
Or looking forward to a welcome birth.
Joys will come to you, both large and small,
As proof that God has June days left for earth.
Today the groundhog mayn't see his shadow;
But there is not a doubt some day he will.
And so to you dear sorrower I say,
God's planning June even as teardrops spill.

By Joyce 02/02/03